Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Iskra and Goose packed in their wood work early to make it on time. Iskra still bore some of the mud on his boots and pants, and bits of wood in his hood, as he stepped into the meeting. He' brushed off what he could, but Goose never told him whenever he had things on his back that he couldn't see. With his hands in his pockets and his thoughts elsewhere, Iskra almost strolled right past the snack table. Only a low woof from Goose pulled Iskra back. He glanced over his shoulder at the dog's alert, a question in his eyes that grew to delight as he zeroed in on the cookie table. A fuzzy tail wagged expectantly as Iskra grabbed a napkin and piled an assortment onto it. The duo found a seat near the back, positioned closest to the snack table. Iskra fed the very good boy some peanut butter cookies, the husky lying at his feet, snout tilting up whenever he'd run out. Iskra balanced his chocolate chip cookies on his lap, thoughtfully chewing as he looked around the room. Unable to pace themselves, both ran out of treats before the meeting truly got under way. Content to lick the floor free of crumbs, Goose settled in easily. Iskra meanwhile pulled his partial carving from his pocket and worked on it dutifully with a pocket knife. He was listening, but he had little to say. He didn't much mind where the hot springs went, minded even less to debate about it. He owed this city too much to be anything other than a set of hands to help rebuild, wherever and whatever it might be. He put trust in the Warden, and in Halo.
